Sometimes by Sheena Pugh

Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

Upcoming collection of poems

My chapbook collection #My six little fears is coming out in a few weeks.

My poems are also going to be appearing in the Tokyo Poetry Journal and The Black Lives anthology in New york. Will keep you posted.